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last confession lost hope hopeless bleeding out like a knife to the throat or like a gun or rope i love you with this final note i lack the ability to cry or cope holding on to what was ounce there and tired of people pretending that they really care if i was here and you where there this world wouldnt have a life to spare dont waste a penny or dime on mine because a love like yours is hard to find your spirit and heart are one of a kind no innonocence lost no ignorance either just me watching my reflection as i grip the clever blood pouring fast i knew your love would'nt last but a look in your eyes tells me other wise will you be home tonight even if you scream and we get into a fight if your crying ill make everything alright as i hold you threw the night